blood relationship

I got the latest record line and put back the glow-in-the-dark wind chime I removed two years ago.He replaced my kitchen utensils and posted some cooking tips on the kitchen wall.Several of the clothes he wore were left behind and were not brought back. They were all washed clean, but they all smelled of him.

I didn't answer his video request, but I looked at the photos he sent in my phone over and over again.I try to piece his two sides together, imagining him facing me with his usual expression, playing basketball with me, or doing morning exercises with me.

Then the content of my erotic dream changed sadly, from the previous him to the him after I observed it.

I was even more fucking excited. When I woke up in the morning, I was obsessed with his clothes and doing handwork.

Of course it doesn't mean that I'm in love with him, it's just that I...

I will not say.

During the few days when I broke the video with him, of course there was no audio as before. I just chose text chat as an escape.He likes to post emojis when he can’t make videos. Several of them are emojis from cute girls who don’t know where to collect them. I imagined that he used the face of the handsome boy in front of his classmates to make these emojis, and he laughed out loud several times.

I laughed at him: "Aren't you ashamed to use these expressions?"

He said confidently, "Aren't I cute like this?"

I thought he was really worthless.I'm not good either.

Sometimes we still have to separate to see things clearly.There is no need to face each other, but also to give each other a cooling-off period.

His senior year of high school ended last semester, the materials submitted to the school have been passed, and he got the admission news.He told me right away, and said softly, "Brother, can I book a plane ticket to go to your place now?"

I played tricks and dragged him for two days mysteriously, which made him impatient.In the phone call on the third day, he angrily told me that he was going to go soon despite my consent.

And I'm already in the country again.

I smiled and teased him for a few words, before he could say the classic "brother bullied me", I said, "Then come to the airport."

He was a little confused: "Huh?"

I said: "I'll wait for you." I hung up the phone.

I didn't tell anyone about the sneaking back to China this time, but the only difference is that he was the first to know.

I sat at the airport for half an hour, resting my chin on the suitcase, looking at my chat records with him in a decadent posture, when suddenly a person flew over from behind the seat.

He was so bold that he came directly to kiss my neck in full view.

I deliberately said in a rough voice: "If I knew it earlier, I would have worn a scarf and let you kiss me."

He laughed foolishly several times, and asked, "Where is the reward that brother promised to give me?"

I asked, "You came by yourself?"

I know without him answering.He dared to kiss me so boldly, he must be the only one.But I still waited for him to say "um" before asking him to get off of me and stretch.

As usual, I pulled him over to compare his height, and he was still a few centimeters shorter than me.He looked at me with eyes full of light, I smiled with satisfaction, coughed deliberately, then looked around, leaned forward slightly, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

He was stunned.

I said, "This is my first kiss." The first active kiss is called the first kiss, and there is nothing wrong with it.

He obviously felt the same way, touched his lips, dazedly touched for a few seconds, and suddenly threw himself on me in ecstasy.I caught him, this kid was really heavy, and I took two steps back. Fortunately, I am still physically strong, so it is easy to catch him.

He wasn't shy at all, he just grabbed his brother's neck and laughed in public.

I waited for him to finish laughing, then I pulled his ear, and said to conceal it: "I don't mean to have accepted you."

He said "hmm".

I said, "Don't get carried away."

He also said "um", but the smile in that voice, it is obvious that he has further understood and taken it seriously.

Forget it, so be it, let him be happy.

When I was hugged by him like this, I felt that I was connected with him in every way. He didn't want to separate, and I didn't want to separate anymore.He is my bone, blood, and flesh, my dear brother, my dearest relative, now or in the future, there may be another "beloved".

(—End of the text.)